Mud by Indu Balakrishnan
They were 5 years old. Being twins, they were connected at a level that could not be medically explained. She remembered the day like it was yesterday. It was a rainy day, and they insisted on swimming on the beach. Their father tried to tell them that it was a bad idea. They did not listen. The wave came in mercilessly without any compassion and took her twin away. All she was left with were the memories in the mud. Every time it rained, she went to the beach to remind herself of what could have been.
Mud by Navina Anand
It looked daunting. And a lot more disgusting. It’s either that for 20 minutes, or the detour for 5 kms on the rough terrain. She really preferred to sweat it out for 4 hours than wade through THAT. What if there were snakes or other creepy crawlies? Come on! said her trek partner. She gingerly stepped into it and it felt soft, cool and squishy as it rushed in between her toes. She gingerly took another step forward and delighted in the sensation. Wet gooey Mud. It felt so good. Why had she freaked out about THIS!
Mud by Subhadra Jayaraman
It was summer in Sumer. Her father had taught her to count so she could ensure that all the sheep that went to graze returned safely. There were too many and she couldn’t keep track using her fingers and toes. She gathered some wet mud, rolled it up into a ball and flattened it out. She plucked some reed and marked the mud slab every time she counted a sheep. She had soon marked them all and the slab dried out, leaving her count engraved in it. Little did she know that she had invented the cuneiform.